The next morning at work was interesting! My cock was rock hard even before Jayne came in, and my mind was thinking about how she'd react to me after having my cock forced deep down her throat.
Last night had ended a bit abruptly, I guess being forced in the way she was and then ending up on your ass in the dirt, with your dress under you armpits whilst coughing up sperm does tend to draw an evening to a close!
In the end the day was more awkward than enjoyable. I spent most of it thinking about her slurping as she sucked on my cock or of pulling down her panties to exposure her shaven pussy, but that maybe, was just my imagination getting carried away from that stolen glimpse through her undies.
I'm sure she tried her hardest to avoid me as much as possible. Still I managed to convince her to shift my Wednesday meeting with a regional director till Friday. This meant me having to fly out Thursday and then back late on Friday and so I suggested we meet up at a hotel near the airport and have dinner – but this time getting less drunk! I didn't get total agreement!
Thankfully just before I left the regional office that Friday evening, I got a call to tell me that she would meet me for dinner. I got on the plane full of anticipation and excitement.
We met in the restaurant of the hotel, nothing really special to be honest, despite it being a top hotel. Jayne was perched on a stool at the bar sipping on some cocktail – champagne somewhere in there no doubt. She had made quite an effort and looked utterly stunning. Her little black flowing dress just about retaining her breasts, and tantalisingly without need of a bra given the depth of the neck line!
I put my hand on her shoulder and leaned over to kiss her cheek. She turned to receive my greeting, uncrossing her legs in the process and causing the left side of her dress to fall away almost to her hip. Her little black dress was no more than a wrap around, held in place at the waist by a few clasps. The full sight of her shapely thigh enclosed in fine hosiery held by garter straps filled my vision, but it was a brief pleasure before her hand caught the fallen material and replaced it over her lap. Still the lingering memory remained to torment me throughout dinner.
Our eyes rose together and met, mine no doubt displaying a degree of guilt at the sight I had stolen, but hers had a definite sparkle lurking deep in her black pupils. Had that display been orchestrated? I couldn't help my mind from thinking of it as a deliberate attempt to tempt me with arousing displays of her body. She wanted me and was showing me the pleasures she had to offer.
As we walked over to the dinner table, I rested my hand on her lower back, my fingers lingering over her ass, guiding her and feeling the movement of her ass swaying as she walked.
I have a thing about asses and love to look and play with those puckered, horny little holes (this was probably due to my wife's abject hatred of any attention focussed on hers!).
My hand dropped lower and gently sought to shape the bottom of her ass through her dress. My fingers then locating and tracing the seam of her thong or string back up through the crevice of her ass towards her lower back.
There was no reaction whatsoever from Jayne, she continued to engage our banal introductory conversation as though I wasn't even touching her. Such confidence was incredibly sexy to me but I could feel her indifference seeding a faint determination in my mind.
Towards the end of dinner I asked her outright if she would stay with me at the hotel...tonight!
I was desperate for her to stay! Looking at her and talking over dinner had my mind playing out all sorts of deviant things I would have her doing and I was by now more than ready to put some of it into practice. I wasn't helped by having her looking at me with that sparkle dancing in her eyes. She had booked an executive suite after all! – why was that? What did she have in mind? I asked. She demurely lowered her eyes and reminded me that was because of company policy! I laughed, she looked back up, a wry smile on her face. I knew she wanted to stay.
Once we had entered the suite, I opened the bottle of champagne and poured two glasses, and sitting on the sofa offered one to her. She came over, lifted the glass to her mouth and took one sip and then held the glass delicately with both hands just below her mouth.
I placed mine on the floor, and took a light hold of her hips, murmuring her name and gently pulling her closer. She moved towards me easily, I could feel her dress moving over her stockings. I slid my right hand slowly between the wrap of her dress until I touched skin and felt the lace of her garter and.....was that a slight tremble in her tummy?
Her eyes looked readily at me but closed as soon as my hand descended. I brushed the front of her panties, increasing my pressure and gently tracing her outline through the material right back to that thin seam resting between her ass cheeks. My hand was now completely between her legs, exploring and feeling her by touch as if blind, hidden from view by her dress.
My exploration causing the heat of her body to increase against my hand. The edge of my first finger gently rubbing her through her panties, her body's arousal all the time softening her enclosed pussy, allowing my finger to ease its way partially between the ridge of her swelling lips. The material began to dampen with her moisture. My thumb now applying light circular pressure at the front to maintain her arousal.
As she released a long, low sigh, I unclasped the dress with my free hand and allowed it fall open and gazed upon her now exposed breasts and tummy. Her eyes opened, and locked with mine. We stayed like that for what seemed ages, before I removed my hand from between her legs, resulting in a brief confusion flashing through her now slightly narrowed eyes. The confusion turning to unease as my fingers rested on the straps of her panties, digging seductively into her hips, before sliding down against her skin and slowly pulling those straps down, removing what would be her last piece of physical protection.